This essay is a revision of a previous essay, How I Learned to Hate. “Let them eat sh**.” This is what my daughter’s piano teacher said to me in Russian over the phone about Ukrainians. A prim 68 year old woman who wears her hair in a bun, I was taken aback by her statement. “I’m from the Ukraine,” I…
Coming to Terms with Being an Anti-Russian Russian “Let them eat sh**.” This is what my daughter’s piano teacher said to me in Russian over the phone about Ukrainians. A prim 68 year old woman who wears her hair in a bun, I was taken aback by her statement. “I’m from the Ukraine,” I reminded her, still shocked by her…
